This is what it would look like if Sir and I made porn.
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So, recently things have been a little weird between my stuffie (Sir’s deputy) and me. Mostly because I totally figured out while grinding on pillows does nothing for me because of their volume, he is actually the perfect size.
One day I just kind of rolled over and ended up with him between my legs and thought, “hmmm.” And now stuff’s a little awkward between us.
The other day I was talking to Sir on the phone and mentioned my stuffie. Without missing a beat, Sir says, “I’m surprised he still talks to you after you raped him.”
I turned bright red.
Sir’s had to wear suits a lot lately and has been texting me photos and unf I can barely hold it together. I hope this era never ends.
So this doesn’t look exactly like Sir and I or anything.
All that said, ahhhh, wanna hang out sometime, weednymphos?
We like this game, especially after smoking – weednymphos
We kink on the whole 1950s household dynamic like woah.
My favorite thing ever is when he brushes my hair after spanking me or fucking me. It’s this special little quiet time we have together, where we can just be tender and intimate.
Piss Shy, Part Eleven
Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.
Thankfully, my pussy got sore from the hitachi before I came, so I spared myself the consequences of that. The blindfold came off and went on Lida, who laid down on the towel. Flint put the hitachi on her clit and I ended up holding her hand with one hand while texting Sir with the other to check in and let him know that I had managed to hold off cumming.
It kind of reminded me of that story of how Mozart wrote music with one hand while holding his wife’s during labor with the other. Give me credit here. Texting one-handed is hard.
Lida’s got a hair-trigger as far as cumming goes, so she was launched into this spell of basically rolling orgasms rather quickly. She’s a cute little tiny girl, and she becomes a mess of little pouts and whines when she starts cumming. It’s kind of the cutest thing ever.
“Macy,” Flint said, taking the hitachi off of Lida’s clit, “go take Lida into the corner and have her teach you how to make her cum.” As the two retreated into the corner, Flint pointed between WRM and I, “and you two, over here.” He gestured to the couch.
I looked over my shoulder to see Macy busily burying her face into Lida’s pussy before joining WRM and Flint over at the couch.
Us, essentially.
Um, wow.
Can you make this, Sir?
I cannot bake in front of him because the domesticity just makes him horny and only half of the ingredients actually end up in the oven.